Written by Ken Carman
She came to us in the early Spring… unexpected. Someone didn’t want her. Perhaps she frightened them. They left her on the doorstep with a tag attached, “No return.” We should have looked down upon them, but nothing is ever as easy as we imagine.
Not sure why we call her “she.” In many ways “she” seemed quite “he.” “It” certainly didn’t seem appropriate. She swung in the trees and sometimes fell. Then, without a tear, she would climb right back up. Though as tough as titanium nails, we still feared she might be hurt, damaged, maimed beyond asking for all we put into her, back. Not that we ever would. Just doesn’t seem… right.
Once she learned enough she did chores, participated in family games. I swear she loved us more than we loved her. Is that possible? Sometimes the impossible seems certain, when the human heart is involved.
Now we’re old.
She takes care of us.
No need for a nursing home.
No need in being a burden to the children.
Android, Inc., solved that.
Humans once believed that clones would come out fully formed knowing everything. The same was once true when it comes to androids. But to truly be part of the human equation; to really, really fit into the human experience, each android brain must start at the beginning; raised like a child.
For even children come “some assembly required.”
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